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Champagne-guzzling errant husband is useless at packing (Rousse)

Posted on June 25, 2018 by Dreamaticus

TPR and his sister SG had broken off from our main party to take seats in the hotel’s poshest bar. When I spotted them they were working their way through an elaborate Champagne tasting tray, the most expensive item on … Continue reading →

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Con trick confession at house-warming celebration (Rousse)

Posted on March 19, 2016 by Dreamaticus

TPR was clearly not pleased with the guest list for our very last minute house warming party. I argued that very few people were available, hence the rather strange assembly of friends. This ranged from a bloke that I met … Continue reading →

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A top floor house sale and an errant husband confesses (Rousse)

Posted on August 4, 2015 by Dreamaticus

As soon as KA told me the date of her party I knew that there would be a problem. I had to be in Reading on that date. However, I arranged things so that I could call in at her … Continue reading →

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Green and black chocolate confession (Rousse)

Posted on January 30, 2014 by Dreamaticus

The office party was only made bearable when I discovered an untouched stack of Green and Black chocolate bars in one of the bedrooms – and stole one from the pile.

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A reunion with Gandalf, Dumbledore, Beowulf, and Basil Fawlty (Rousse)

Posted on December 23, 2013 by Dreamaticus

Gandalf and/or Dumbledore was dead. I saw them wheel his body into the hall on a trolley. The white sheet was meant to cover the entire corpse, but strands of long white hair could not be contained and peeked out … Continue reading →

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How to write a novel: Rousse explains her strategy to imposter “Dave”

Posted on October 19, 2013 by Dreamaticus

“Dave” claimed that he was a veteran of the Edinburgh Coffee Morning, and old friends with “Andy”. I couldn’t ever remember seeing this Dave at the Friday gatherings before, and on close questioning he couldn’t come up with a surname … Continue reading →

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A new job at the University of East Anglia (Rousse)

Posted on September 27, 2013 by Dreamaticus

EH’s confession was that she had not really been “working at home” on Monday, but at a job interview in Norfolk. She had been offered, and accepted, a chair at the University of East Anglia. “Whatever’s wrong with working here?” … Continue reading →

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Highland tattoo confession (Rousse)

Posted on September 24, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I woke up cold on the floor of our tatty bed and breakfast room, with TPR five feet away tucked up cosy in bed. At least this proved that I’d slept. It was the last day of our holiday and … Continue reading →

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Husband regrets land speed record attempt (Rousse)

Posted on September 19, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I was still alive. Yes, I was definitely alive – but what was all that wailing? TPR was beside himself with grief. I struggled to force out the words “It’s OK, I’m still here” while trying to make sense of … Continue reading →

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Storms and vandals in Seaton Carew (Rousse)

Posted on June 4, 2012 by Dreamaticus

Three vandals bleached sections of the Fiat’s paintwork for a laugh. I caught one of them at it and dragged him home to confess his crime to his sister FD. FD lived with her sons and ancient mother in a … Continue reading →

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